To a high mountain, I flew,
To grab the clouds so fluffy.
Unable to, made me blue.
To a bare desert, I passed,
To seize the sand so barren.
Solitude is broad and vast.
To a thick forest, I moved,
To grasp the dews so lucent.
At a glance, specious it proved.
To a deep valley, I fared,
To ****** the blaze so intense.
I was enkindled and spared.
Aug 30, 2025
Aug 30, 2025 at 3:59 PM UTC
To a high mountain, I flew,
To grab the clouds so fluffy.
Unable to, made me blue.
To a bare desert, I passed,
To seize the sand so barren.
Solitude is broad and vast.
To a thick forest, I moved,
To grasp the dews so lucent.
At a glance, specious it proved.
To a deep valley, I fared,
To ****** the blaze so intense.
I was enkindled and spared.
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